What’s a Little Blood to a Mother’s Heart?

When my dear Rommy asked if she could tell my Wicked Luvs about her new book on my blog, I… squealed. Then, I begged her (yep, there was begging) to use my cyber-home to introduce everyone to a character that births the most delightful grins right out of my heart. So… here is Rommy (and her Rowena):


Firstly, let me thank Ms. Wicked, Magaly Guerrero, for not just being kind enough to agree to let me guest blog, but also for kicking my butt encouraging me to write a book. I can say with great certainty that it never, EVER, would have gotten done without her support.

This blog has never shied away from dark or unsettling things. Neither does Rowena, one of the characters in my short story, “What’s a Little Blood to a Mother’s Heart?”, in my short story collection, The Trouble with Wanting, and Other Not-Quite Faerie Tales.

In Rowena’s world, situations sometimes call for a warm chat over a cup of tea, and sometimes… well, sometimes they call for a little something more. Have you ever been in a situation that required a bit more than niceness to resolve?

Tell me about it in the comments, and you’ll be entered for a chance to win the e-book. The contest closes on November 25th midnight EST. The winner will be selected by me and announced on the 26th back on my blog. Magaly will also add the name of the winner to this post. Good luck, everyone!

Edited (11/26/2018): The winner of the giveaway is Rosemary. Congrats! Rommy will be contacting you soonest.


The Trouble with Wanting, and Other Not-Quite Faerie Tales
is available for purchase now at Amazon and Barnes & Noble

Cover art by Michelle Kennedy,
find her on her blog, Facebook, and Instagram
(Shelle, you’re a master at the art of capturing expressions. Wow!)


a wee note (from Magaly):
– in celebration of her book release, Rommy is hosting a book-tour giveaway on her blog (tea, bookmarks, incense), follow this link to enter.
– my review of the book.


47 thoughts on “What’s a Little Blood to a Mother’s Heart?”

  1. I am not entering the giveaway (because, well, that would be sort of of cheating), but… I still want to share my bit about a time when just-nice didn’t cut it for a particular situation. I saw a healthcare attendant verbally and physically abusing an elderly man. I could’ve just called security, but… the whole thing felt so wrong and so immediate that I challenged the bastard (with my umbrella). I didn’t hit him or anything, but… I’m not quite sure what would’ve happened if security had not arrived soon. Some things just can’t be allowed.

    Thank you so much Rommy, for bringing Rowena to my cyber-home!

  2. Years ago, my father severed our relationship mainly bc he wanted to control me. Well I rebelled. Magaly stop laughing. I know u are. Well I left home st 20. Then a few years later married and had two girls. When my youngest girl was born my grandma and I were talking. She had heard from my Dad’s sister that she had a talk w/ him. He had forgiven another person and she said he should forgive me. Tho I didn’t think I did anything wrong. That’s when my grandma asked me to forgive him. Yep it bothered me that I never cut off communication. For my grandma’s sake I did. Tho not was said it was understood since he came to see his first two grandkids. It was hard to do, since he still had that old fashioned values. And no I don’t regret it

  3. She was so much fun to write about. I still think about my first draft versions of her, and how once I let her have her say she became such an amazing character with an awful lot to say for herself. Thank you for allowing me in! 🙂

  4. A few years back, I worked a hellish job at a factory. While on the gift set line, certain male coworkers ganged up on pregnant woman that they had grown disgruntled with. They were telling her off, and she was growing upset. I yelled, “That’s enough!” They abruptly stopped and the woman fled in tears and left work for the day. I further told the men that their behavior was uncalled for.

  5. When an ex of hers would not leave my oldest daughter alone, my two daughters and I performed a binding ritual. It worked…well! So excited for you, Rommy!

  6. I tend to use humor when I’ve had enough of certain things. Back in 2006 Beth had major back surgery so she had to be the phone operator at work when she started back. They had one hateful lady who got injured ad so she too worked in the same area (different shift usually.) Anyhoo…I had gone to pick Beth up and the old biddy had driven Beth to the desire of slapping…so I made a plan. I stood where I could watch the old biddy…and called the store. She answered with the company spiel…and in my best young person voice….
    “Can you page my dad for me? I can’t find him in the store.”
    “I can do that for you.”
    “Ok…thanks. Have him meet me by the main doors up front. His name is Ben Dover. Thank you.” (I hang up)
    Then I watched her pick the phone up again and use it to page Bed Dover to the front of the store…
    The assistant managers who knew what I was up to scattered like roaches being hit with light…laughing. Beth left when I dialed the phone so she was somewhere hiding…and laughing. The store manager happened to be on a ladder when the page went out…and he almost fell. He used his walkie and asked who the page was for…so old biddy did the page through the store…again! You could hear people having a chuckle…so my prank was well worth it. I have no regrets 🙂

  7. Well, what can I say that I’ve not already yelled at you across Facebook? This is wonderful and “It’s about time, what took you so long!?”. I’m kidding, mostly, because books take as long as they take, and Muses only dance when they like the music. But you must feel thrilled, and relieved, and a bit like you’ve run a marathon where you felt completely behind, even though there were no other racers there with you. So congratulations. Feel free to share across my social media, and I’ll do the same, Rommy! You’re not a writer anymore, you’re a book author.

  8. Congratulations, Rommy! How exciting! And how auspicious that this fabulous creation of yours is being launched into the world by the wickedly wonderful triumvirate of you, Magaly, and Shelle. So many best wishes directed your way for the success of this book and hopefully it is just the first of many books to come!

  9. Yay Rommy!!!! About time too 😀
    I pretty much live as “that woman” who people don’t “miss behave” in front of, but fortunately there are still a few strangers in the world that allow the Beast in me to be unleashed. Most recently was the “little old lady” who came to my home to bully her grandson. She introduced herself with a snarling “I’M HIS NAN!!!” to which I replied “so what”(I was still being polite at this point. I told her that she was on private property, and that people usually chose to leave any “attitude” outside my gate….she chose not to. The conversation wasn’t so polite after that. I informed her that her grandson was now mine…he is under my protection and she should leave (statutory 3 times) ….then for some reason (cough) she *with alleged chronic Emphysema and severe brittle bones too weak to dress herself so needing a carer NOT) ran up 12 steps and out through my gate screaming like a banshee about coming back with the police. Strangely they never came lol XXX

    • Your goodness never fails to fill my heart with cackles. I mean, it takes a special sort of soul to use the energy needed to inspired that old hag, um… I mean, sweet old lady to exercise her lung and legs and such–we all know how crucial exercise is for survival.

  10. Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha! I wish I could have seen that. I almost feel sorry for someone who thinks they can get away with being a bully in your presence. Almost. Long live Queen Gina, she who suffers no fools to dim the shine on her crown!

  11. I’m enjoying this immensely! Keep them coming and well done Rommy!
    So, a few months ago, I had a difficult patient come to see me for the first time. She was agitated , “not-quite” rude and refused to give me her medical history. She said it was her business alone! I calmly informed her (sans gritted teeth) that if she were to collapse during treatment, I would have to “do nothing”, as any measures I’d take could speed up her death- but it might still be ok, ‘cos we’d call an ambulance…. but they tend to take 20-30 minutes to arrive! Needless to say, I got my way – and the day progressed rather smoothly 😁

  12. hmmm, sorry, drawing a blank. i get you want a not nice memory but I’ve a bad memory. truly nothing comes to mind. how about a slightly snarky story from a night owl? I don’t get why people want to get up early to see the dawn. I’d rather stay up to see it.
    first told https://cactushaiku.com/2018/06/22/haiku-pond/
    (scene: a cute alien records his observations as a hungry monster rises from a river.)
    noted previously that humans have strange proverbs
    early riser gets the worm?
    or maybe they get eaten.
    serves them right for getting up early.

  13. I’m another who will use binding spells in extreme circumstances. Many years ago, my best friend was being terrorised by an abusive ex. I could see it driving her crazy, which was clearly his intent. I usually do my spells in the energy of unconditional love, but this one was fuelled by white-hot rage. I bound him thoroughly from having anything more to do with her. He not only stopped, he almost immediately and quite unexpectedly left the country to live on the other side of the world. Usually I don’t tell details of a magical working, but this was a long time ago, and besides I’m proud of it. (Best friend eventually met lovely man and is busy living happily ever after.)

    Rowena sounds wonderful; I’d adore to meet her.

  14. How did I miss this post! Sorry Rommy!! I am so proud of you!! I am so happy our Magaly kicked your butt, to get this all together! I think I have been in too many situations, where I have had to be something more than nice. Patience? Having my own peace of mind. Before, I would yell and cry, but now, I just let them be. I understand, they are mad at their situation and I just walk. But, sometimes, I stand my ground, not by yelling, but by just being me! Big Hugs Rommy, again, I am so proud of you!

    • You are absolutely right. Sometimes the best thing to do is just be audaciously and unapologetically yourself. If people feel threatened by that, it’s on them to figure out why.

      Thank you for all of your support and encouragement.

  15. In my former life I had to do this a lot….go beyond niceness. Take action and let someone know that what they did was not OK. I also have had to be quite frank with a family member. Trying to tip toe around them and not confront or make waves until the last straw and the lies are too much. I finally exploded and told her exactly how I felt and how angry I was and lots of other truth I had been holding back. Of course because I lost my temper I apologized….not for my words but because I was screaming….lost my voice for a few hours too but was glad the truth was finally told.

    • I think that one of the most dangerous part of being too nice (against our own emotions) is that when our unveiled feelings burst out of us, we lose all sense of control. But… what can we do, right? We’ll be human be human be human…

    • Yeah, when I bottle up emotions, its a little like shaking a sealed can of soda. Maybe you don’t see the results of the shaking at the moment it happens, but sooner or later that seal is going to burst, and when it does… oh boy. I’ve lost my voice in a similar manner too, and felt a little surprised at myself by how loud I let myself get. Though it was worth it to get my truth out. I’m glad that the release was a good thing for you too.

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